How To Keep People In Character: A Guide

this poor kid just needs some fuckin love ok

Arthur Morgan x F!Reader

I don’t believe you, it’s 1899…

Part 1

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Word count: 7,774

A/N: Howdy! So I wanted to say that the start of this is a little cliche because I literally couldn’t think of how I wanted to do it so I settled with the whole, this random man is in your house sort of thing. ANNND I’m skipping thanksgiving in this because i’m from the UK and I have no idea what you do with it.

Also can we appreciate how good looking my Arthur is in that gif. I screen recorded it myself just for this fic. 

Also Merry fuckin’ Christmas y’all! and if you don’t celebrate Christmas, I hope you’re having a wonderful holidays! 

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HELLO HI, to people who were like "WHAT??!?" to my original post that said that halsin GROANS INTO THE KISS.

here you go :))

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New Face - Daryl Dixon x reader

Summary: Daryl and the group take in a new member and Daryl seems to take a liking to them.

Word Count: 1715

Warnings: Swearing, age gap

A/N: This is my first AU so it’s probably not the best, but I will be trying my best as this is for practice anyways! Also for the age gap: the reader is over 18 of course!

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Rick, Daryl, Michonne and Glenn were out on a supply run to get more medical supplies for Hershel and baby food for Judith, not expecting to bring home any new company. That was until they made it to a store that was basically ransacked, little to no supplies, and a few walkers they ended up killing.. 

“Michonne, have you found any yet? Even a little bit?” Rick called out quietly as to not attract the attention of any lingering walkers nearby if there were any, continuing his search in his aisle. “No. This place has been swept clean of all the things we need…” She sighed defeated, “I guess we have to find somewhere else.” Meanwhile Daryl and Glenn were near the back, searching through the pharmacy for anything they needed and anything that seemed useful; stuffing their bags with pills and rubbing alcohol. When Daryl turned the corner, he didn’t expect to see this figure that looked quite beaten up and wearing tattered clothes, cowering in the corner. He immediately could tell they were scared, “Hey I’m not gonna hurt you. It’s okay, you’re safe.” You looked up at this strange man, watching him put his crossbow down and hold his hand out, seeing this other man come walking over to check what was happening out. 

“What happened to you? Why are you alone? Do you have anyone?” You shook your head and took the older man’s hand who helped you get up onto your shaking legs, looking down as you were alone. You lost your camp, your family, your friends. Everything and you had to keep running to survive on your own, running out of food and water. You were tired and weak, wishing you would get some luck in this building only to be surrounded by the walkers which forced you to hide into the pharmacy. “N-No, I don’t h-have anyone anymore. I thought I would finally find some food here, but there’s nothing…” That’s when you got dizzy, letting out a small whimper as they caught you. “Alright, you’re really weak, aren’t you? C’mon.” 

They brought you out to the front of the store to these two others who looked at you strangely, listening to the two men who found you explain to them. “They seem very weak and in need of some food. We can’t just leave them here to starve and die.” Everything was getting fuzzy, trying to look around to keep yourself grounded and awake; only to fail as you felt your eyes failing you and getting heavier each passing second - before everything went black. 

You had no recollection of how you ended up in what looked like a jail cell, hearing people talking right outside which made you look up to see the man with the vest sitting at a table not far from you, fiddling around with his crossbow. “W-Where am I?” Your voice was quite raspy, begging for water which made the man look at you. “You’re safe at the prison with us. Sorry you can’t come into the cells with us, we just don’t really trust you. But we’ll get you some food and water, alright?” He was speaking so softly to you, which surprised you as he didn’t seem the type to be that chill. But then again; you can’t judge a book by it’s cover. You just nodded and leaned your head back, not trying to sit up as you knew you’d just get light headed. 

“What’s yer name?” You heard him set his crossbow onto the table with a slight clunk to the metal, “Y/N. Y-Yours?” You took in a sharp breath, waiting for his voice to fill the silent air. “Daryl. You’ve got... a nice name.” His voice had a bit of a nervous tone in it, making you just lightly chuckle which hurt your empty, aching, stomach. “Sound nervous there. Shouldn’t that be me?” The man you now know as Daryl let out a small quiet snicker, watching him softly nod from the corner of your eye. 

You both looked over as you heard the loud metal bar down unlock and open, seeing a man dressed as a sheriff come walking in with a small ration of food, carefully bringing it over to you. “Thank you.” You forced yourself to sit up, taking a moment to regain your balance before taking the food and eating it slowly, enjoying the taste of food hit against your tongue for the first time in what seemed to be forever. “Oh, I missed the taste of food.” The sheriff - or what you assumed to be the sheriff - sat down next to Daryl, beginning to ask you a bunch of questions to which you answered truthfully. Telling him what happened with your last group, your name, all the little important basic stuff. While you were talking, you couldn’t help but feel Daryl’s eyes on you, watching you closely, examining you. When you looked over, you noticed how quick he was to look away before he got up and left, making you question if you did something wrong. 

Few months later, you happened to join the group, contributing in helping around the prison to make sure everything was in order and safe. Daryl and you happened to become quite close, bonding any moment you could get, with you starting to worry every time he goes out onto a run. You could tell Daryl started acting a bit different around you, looking at you differently than the first few weeks of getting to know him, seeing how he was more open to you than the others which surprised you. You remembered a conversation with Beth on how she thinks Daryl likes you, but you just laughed it off as a joke. I mean - why would he like you? You two had such a big age gap, you were probably not even his type anyways you thought. Those thoughts hurt you as you could feel yourself slowly starting to fall for him. There was just something about him that drew you to him, the way he was just so patient with you as you were to him, sharing stories you would remember of your past. Although he does refuse to say some, but you still knew some he never told anyone before. 

“Hey, Y/N. Wanna go huntin’ with me? We need some more food.” Daryl called out for you who was currently busy helping to clean the guns, making you turn towards the man and give him a look as he knew well you weren’t good with a gun - or any weapon at that except a knife. “Are you sure? You know I’m not good at a gun, or bow, or whatever.” All you got in response was a little hum and a nod towards the door, making you roll your eyes and grab your gun that you never really used and followed him out to one of the trucks. You got into the passenger seat as he was insisting on driving, buckling yourself up just in case before you heard the engine start, and the truck started moving.

When you got out of the truck together, you followed him into the woods where he started to look for any tracks or signs of wildlife he could hunt. “Why do you need me to come with you?” You whispered to him not to attract any walkers, or scare away any nearby animals. “Just cause.” He shrugged before he stopped as he noticed a deer, silently pointing towards it to show you. “You see that deer? You’re going to shoot it.” You looked at him immediately quite confused on why he would make you do it. “Why? Why can’t you? I’m going to miss it and then-” You suddenly felt his arms wrap around you and pull you close before he handed you the crossbow, which you took hesitantly. You could feel your heart racing inside your chest at how close he was, how he was pressing his body up against yours ever so gently. What you couldn’t feel - or hear - was his heart beating against his own, him taking in a deep breath before he spoke once more.

“Hold it like this, and you look down here to aim. Keep your arms steady now- just like that. Whenever you’re ready, pull the trigger.” His tone was soft, yet nervous as he showed you how to hold it. You took in a deep breath as you placed your finger onto the trigger, waiting for the right moment before you pulled it with a small. You watched the arrow fly past the deer, scaring it off which made you huff and a soft “fuck!”. “Hey, it’s okay, it happens. Need some more practice, that’s all.” He grabbed the crossbow and went off to pull the arrow out of the tree, you following up behind him. “I can’t do anything. I can’t shoot a gun, a crossbow- I’m useless to the group-” That’s when you felt his hands gently cup your face, looking up at him to see how he looked at you, looking at you like his heart had just broken.”No, no you’re not useless, Y/N. You help a lot around the camp, you… you help me.” You couldn’t believe what you heard- that you help him? But why would that be? “What?”

He let out a soft sigh as he shook his head, leaning in as his lips connected to yours. You couldn’t believe what he just did. You couldn’t register it until the moment he pulled away - seeing you stare at him in so much confusion. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, but you helped me open up to someone like this. Actually make me feel alive, like a human. You make me happy. Now- I understand if you don’t want to be around me anymore, I mean I did just kiss you and I’m just-“ he was interrupted when you just grabbed him by his vest, connecting your lips once more. He was caught by surprise, his hands moving down to your waist as you two enjoyed sharing this amazing moment that you would definitely not forget. “I like you, Y/N.” “I like you too, Daryl.”

Some people turn sad awfully young ... No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer, and ... get sadder younger than anyone else in the world.

– Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine

Pretend

Pairing: Art The Clown x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst/Fluff? Mentions of Killing. Mentions of Groping!

Word Count: 2,366

Summary: After encountering a creep at a Halloween party, you try to walk home, only to be followed by him, but luckily you run into Art.

A/N: I literally thought about this last night and wrote it the next day. Hope You Enjoy!

It was your favorite holiday.

Halloween.

The night where almost any girl can dress slutty and not be shamed. This year you were planning to be a sexy nurse. You've been planning this since last year and you were way too excited.

Not only was your costume gonna be good, but you and your best friend Tara were invited to a party by another friend Dawn, and the host is pretty popular so there'll be a lot of people.

You quickly got dressed, did your hair and make-up before going to Tara for her opinion. “Tare, do I look like a prostitute?” Tara’s head snapped towards you, looking you up and down. “No. You looked like a sexy nurse.”

You two giggled. “Thanks. I wanna look a little slutty, but not too much.” Tara quickly got dressed and the sound of your phone dinging caught your attention.

The cab was here. You had ordered it a couple of minutes prior to getting ready. “Cab’s here, Tara!” You called out grabbing a fake stethoscope.

“You got everything?” Tara asked you as you two walked towards the cab waiting for you both. You nodded your head and y’all were on your way to the party.

The drive was only about 10 minutes, but when you heard the music thumping down the street, you knew the party was gonna be good.

You thanked the driver and exited the car. “You ready?” You breathed out. Tara nodded and took your hand before walking through the door.

There were flashing lights, and the smell of sweat, drinks, and mixed perfume and cologne. You would’ve cringed at the smell, but the party looked so fun, you couldn’t be mad.

“I’mma go find Dawn. Stay here.” Tara yelled to you. You opened your mouth to tell her you would come with, but she was already gone. You sighed, standing in the corner, looking around at everyone. Most girls were dressed as something slutty like a cop, or bunny while the guys came as themselves.

As you scanned the room, studying people, you didn’t notice a man coming from your left. He had a determined look on his face as he walked up to you. You only noticed when you saw his figure in your peripheral vision.

“Hey sexy nurse.” You slightly cringed at his voice as you turned to look at him. It sounded like a pair of smoker’s lungs, yet, he looked so young!

“Hi.” You shyly responded. You already don’t want to talk to this guy and here he was trying to make conversation with you. “Saw you and your friend come in, and I knew I had to come over and talk to you. Can I buy you a drink?” You let out an awkward laugh, giving him a fake smile.

“Awe, no thanks.” You politely decline. He was quickly taken back at your words. “Oh, come on, you don’t even know my name! It’s Tony, what’s yours?” You ignored his question, not really wanting to give him your name.

Luckily you were saved by Tara as she came back. She noticed Tony and looked at you. You blinked three times really fast. It was a little code you two made up for when you want to get out of awkward situations.

She instantly caught on, grabbing your wrist. “She’s not interested, sorry.” She said, dragging you away from the creep. You let out a sigh of relief as you two reached Dawn who was at the bar and already had 3 shots in less than 10 minutes.

“Oh hey, Y/n! Saw you were getting real cozy with that guy. Who is he?” You shrugged your shoulders, looking back only to catch him staring at you. “I dunno? Some guy name Tony. He was trying to buy me a drink or something. He thought I was hot, but I turned him down.”

Tara nodded, looking at the guy as well. “He smelled like cigarettes and his teeth was yellow.” Y’all’s faces scrunched up in disgust.

If you know you’re going to a party, at least try and look good.

“Ew, let’s just forget about him. Hey man, get me 3 more shots!” Dawn demanded the guy who was near the drinks. It was time to let loose a little.

You, Dawn, and Tara had some more drinks before deciding to go out on the dance floor when a Brittany Spears song came on. “Oh shit, this is my song! Let’s go Y/n!” Dawn said, getting up and grabbing you. She knew Tara wasn't the dancer of the group.

At first you two danced together, but you did a small spin and she was gone. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Where did she go? You looked at the dancing bodies and saw her dancing with some random guy.

Well there goes dancing with friends.

You were about to leave the dance floor and go back to Tara, but the feeling of two hands on your hips made you freeze. “Don’t go yet, let’s dance.” The raspy voice whispered in your ear. It was clearly Tony.

You quickly spun around looking at him in disgust. “Ew, hell no! Don’t touch me.” Tony chuckled dryly. “Why are you playing so hard to get? Your friend is clearly occupied with a man, so why can’t you be?” You shook your head at his words.

“Not with you!” You didn’t wait to hear his answer as you spun on your heel and went back to Tara. Tara was nursing a fruity drink when you came back. “That Tony guy is really getting on my nerves and creeping me out. Y’know he just touched my hips when I was dancing.”

Tara’s eyes grew wide. “He what?” She practically yelled. She stood up, ready to find this Tony guy and put her fists in his face, but you quickly stopped her. “Woah, hey, stop. There’s no need for any of that.” Tara looked back at you, seeing your pleading eyes.

She let out a huff, sitting back down. “Whatever, but the next time he does anything to you. I’m beating his ass.” You smiled, feeling a little more safe. At least someone was gonna stick up for you.

You stayed around Tara for a little while and continued to drink. Dawn is more of a party person out of you three, so not seeing her after that Brittany song isn’t really surprising.

Tara is more calm and protective. She’s like the mother of the group while you were the shy one. You were really quiet unless spoken to.

“Imma go to the bathroom real quick.” You announced, standing up. You pushed through the grinding bodies until you reached the bathroom.

You did your business, and fixed your appearance before opening the door to leave, but as soon as it opened, you were met with the tall figure of Tony.

You harshly gasped, putting a hand on your heart. “Oh fuck, you scared me!” Tony smirked. “Didn’t mean to, maybe I should check your heartbeat.” You couldn’t say anything as his hand came up to your chest, squeezing your left breast.

You gasped, quickly slapping him. “Don’t. fuckin.’ touch me!” Tony hissed, touching his cheek while throwing his head back. “Fuck, I have a huge boner now cause of you. I think you should take care of it. Take care of me, nurse.”

Nasty. That’s all you could think of. What kind of person does this to someone they don’t know. “Sick, nasty, and pathetic, that’s what you are. I’ve already told you 2 times to leave me alone you sick creep! Go find someone else to flirt with and harass!” You scolded him, pushing past his body and into the crowd.

Tony watched with dark eyes as you sped walked to your friend. When you reached Tara you practically had tears in your eyes. “Tara, I think I’m gonna go home.”

She saw your eyes and heard the way your voice cracked, worry taking over her. “Why what happened? If it was that Tony guy, I swear I’m gonna shove his balls so far up his ass, he won’t even be able to-”

You quickly cut her off. “No! It wasn’t him. I’m just not feeling so well. I think I’ve had to much fruity drinks.” Well that excuse was believable. Since you're the shy one of the group and don’t go out much, you’ve clearly drank a little past your limit.

Tara nodded, feeling relieved that Tony wasn’t the reason you were going. “You want me to call you a cab, or walk back with you?” You quickly denied. You were definitely gonna cry on your way back.

“No, stay here with Dawn. You know how bad she gets.” You two shared a small laugh before you left. Since the drive was 10 minutes it would probably take you 20 to walk back.

You quickly started walking down the concrete towards the end of the road. You couldn’t wait to get home, wash your body, and lay down in your shared apartment. You felt much safer there.

You continued to walk, turning the corner when you saw someone come beside you. At first you thought it was Tara, but it was just an old woman. “Excuse me, young lady."

You turned and saw the sweet old lady looking up at you. “I think you're walking too fast for the man behind you. He's been following after you now for 11 minutes. Just wanted to let you know. Happy Halloween!"

You watched as the lady walked fast, humming a Christmas song? Her words were deep in your mind. There was someone following you?

You continued to walk, but carefully looked over your shoulder and that's when you saw him. You could see his face. It was Tony from earlier.

He must've been really pissed because the look on his face looked scary. He looked mad, mouth in a thin line, eyes dark, looking at your form.

Your breath hitched as you realized, your steps growing faster. Then you heard his increase. The heel of his shoes were loud as they slapped against the concrete.

How did you not notice him earlier? So much for being aware of your surroundings!

You felt your heart rate increase as you walked faster. Is this the end? Is this where you die or get kidnapped? Maybe you should’ve let Tara punch him.

As you turned the corner again, the sight of a man dressed in a black and white clown suit caught your attention. He had a black trash bag over his shoulder as he walked out an alleyway.

You thought quickly, slowing your steps. “Babe, there you are!” Art froze, looking over at you. He instantly noticed the fear in your eyes as you looked at him. “I just came from that party. Had some fun, but didn’t feel so good.” You made conversation, but Art stayed quiet looking at you.

You took slow steps as you walked to him. You wrapped your arms around him in a hug, making Art freeze. Even though you both had clothes on, you felt so warm. Art dropped his trash bag, hugging you back.

Is he even doing this right?

Only by a little did you feel some fear go away. Weirdly, Art sniffed your hair, the smell of your shampoo hitting his nose. For once he felt at ease. “M-missed you, baby. I was so sad since you couldn’t pick me up.” You said, pulling back from him.

You looked behind you seeing Tony now gone and Art quickly connected everything. You were pretending that he was your boyfriend in order to scare away that creep. The fear in your eyes and the shadow lurking behind you as you practically ran to him told the story.

You let out a sigh, closing your eyes. “Thank you so much for that. That guy was following me for like 10 minutes after I rejected him at a party. He even groped my breast!” Art frowned.

If there’s one thing he didn’t like is someone forcefully pushing themselves on someone.

“Again, thank you so much, and sorry if that made you uncomfortable.” You muttered, looking down at his big clown shoes. Art reached into his trash bag, pulling out a bag of Trail gummy worms. You smiled widely.

“Thank you, this is my favorite candy!” You felt joy erupt in you. You looked back at him. “I’ll get out of your hair- hat now. Have a great Halloween!” Art felt a little sadness in him as he watched you walk away.

Now you feel a little safer going home. You walked faster this time and before you knew it, you reached it. You did what you said you were, taking a shower, having a small dinner, and going to bed, hoping you would forget about all of this.

The next morning you went into the kitchen to get a bowl of cereal. As you walked into the living room where Tara was on the couch watching a reality TV show, breaking news interrupting it, a groan coming from her.

“Breaking news! A man who police have not identified yet has been found dead at ***** in an alleyway. Police said he was brutally murdered with many different types of weapons and even shot in his private area. We’re not gonna show any images, but the carving of the letters A-R-T spelling Art was found on his chest. If you know any information about this murder or the meaning behind Art, please contact the police.”

Tara winced as she heard the reporter say those things. “God, people are crazy out here.” She said as her show popped back on.

You weren’t really focused on that though. Why did that name seem so familiar?

You put your bowl down on the coffee table and walked back to your room. You looked on your dresser and at the bag of candy you got from the clown. On the back it said ART signed in a black marker with a weird looking heart.

That’s when the realization hit.

You pretended to date a clown who was a killer.

Dating Abby Headcanons

Fluff, nsfw, humour

Video credits from twitter user abbyvibe

Before actually dating

- Abby was the first one who was interested (but denies it 'til this day)

- lots of intense gazes from her

- cracking lots of jokes (absolutely dumb ones) just to see you smile

- lingering touches !!

- like she WILL help you go over a log, even when it’s less than a foot tall

- and of course her hands would be on your waist, or lower back (and honestly you don’t really mind 👀)

- letting you braid her hair into French braids

- teaching you how to fight and wrestle (and yes, she’d always have her hands on you)

Dating

- you were the one who asked her out first cause she was taking WAY too long to make a move on you

- (you might’ve asked after watching her smack the living shit out of a runner, I’d do the same tbh)

- you being the only person who gets to see her with her hair down

- making her a SHIT TON of Christmas stockings

- her leaving all the m&m's for you in a trail mix (she lied saying that the raisins were her favourite, she just likes seeing your face light up when you eat the chocolate)

- Abby being an unnecessarily HUGE tease

- she’d always wear sleeveless shirts around you

- flexing her arms when cooking, doing laundry, making her bed, just any time that your eyes fall on her

- also wearing exceptionally tight shorts when not on a mission just to show off

- asking you if a scar on her stomach looks normal

- "hey y/n? Can you come and look a this? It kinda looks weird."

*her lifting her shirt and showing you her abs*

"Abby, there’s- I mean- there’s nothing there" you’d say all flustered

- and of course she’d have her dumbass shit-eating smirk plastered on her face

- you teasing her when you notice her being scared (not for her fear of heights tho!)

- *after very aggressively killing a rat king *

"ok Abby, can we go now?"

*her staring at you with her jaw dropped to the floor*

"What?"

"I thought that you were, I don’t know, softer than that"

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"I’ve never seen you fight like that, that’s all. You just busted this rat king's ass like nothing, and you can’t even kill a stalker!"

"Abby! I’m about to beat your ass! Are you serious!? Have you seen these motherfuckers!? Stalkers are literally spawns of the devil!"

"I mean, baby it was ᴴᵒᵗ and-"

"Says the one who always asks me to kill the spiders"

"It was literally a tarantula, yesterday!!!"

- Abby being highkey obsessed with your thighs and butt

- one way or the other, her hands will always find their way to these areas

- literally uses them as her pillow

- often (way too often) eyeing them up and down (and you always catch her)

- her being kinda possessive of you

- you’re hers

- and she’ll let everyone know

-*bringing her on a date*

"Wait, y/n. Is this a date?"

"Yes??"

"We’re dating??"

"Abby! I swear to go-"

"I’m just playing with you, baby!"

Nsfw

- the sex???? Out of this world

- it’s your pleasure over hers

- she loves seeing the effects she has over you

- very much into oral

- obsessed with the way you smell and taste

- she will most definitely use her strap, but her mouth will be what finishes you off

- y’all mostly get down to business after a mission, a gym session, or during a late night

- miss girl got a VERY HIGH sex drive

- will accidentally (accidentally? Please.) overstimulate you cause hearing your noises just fuels her energy to make you go over the edge again and again and again

- Abby is definitely rough in bed, but very kind and soft at the same time (very attentive)

- she cares about you a lot

- *telling her how hot she is and how turned on she makes you in the middle of a make out session*

"Ooh, someone wants to get laid"

Later in the relationship

- not being married, but she did get you a ring

- adopting a baby when Lev gets a little bit older

- naming them Riley

- Abby being an amazing mother

- she’d be really invested in Riley's and Lev's life

- will probably teach Riley the different bones in the body first, instead of the alphabet

- "abc's are for pussies" she whispered to you one night

- you going along with it cause your 1 year old baby literally knows where the ulna is, and it’s the end of the world who cares??

- Lev teaching them how to use a bow and arrow

- Abby teaching them how to fight

- *Riley poking your side to get your attention, while you’re chopping up wood for the fireplace*

"Yes, my love?"

"Look what mama taught me! Lev come here, I wanna demonstrate!"

*lev walking up to them, not knowing what’s gonna happen*

“Mama calls this one the brain buster!"

*your eyes opening wide then dropping your axe on the floor to run to them, before they literally break Lev's neck*

- seeing Abby in the back clapping her hands and cheering them on

Extra

- "Riley ? What’s that in your hand?"

"A knife!"

"NOOO"

-* walking through your garden, then feeling a rope attach around your ankle*

"Not again.."

*getting yeeted into the air, upside down, caught by a trap, but being unphased cause it’s the 12th time it happened this month*

"Please let me down!"

You’d plea, as you hear a trio of laughs in the bushes.

- *you laying on your stomach watching the kids play in the yard, while Abby‘s laying on her back with her head on your butt*

"Can’t believe you had a crush on me"

"Abby, yo-"

"That’s so embarrassing"

"You had a crush on ME first"

"Well, if I had a crush on you first, I would’ve asked you out first!"

Anyway y’all literally do live happily ever after.

I had this idea rotating in my head for a couple days so

Seb vía Instagram

“Jumping into this weekend like...”

@/imsebastianstan